Gideon’s arm shot out and grabbed me. He yanked me into the hallway with such force I yelped in alarm. I felt the bite of his fingers even after he released me.
With his hand at the small of my back, he propelled me forward, his stride so long and quick I had to scramble to keep pace.
“Gideon, wait,” I said breathlessly, my heart pounding. “We—”
“Not a fucking word,” he snapped, pushing me roughly through the etched glass security doors into the elevator vestibule.
I heard Chris calling Gideon’s name. I caught sight of him rushing toward us just before the elevator doors shut him out.
9
AS I LED Eva out of the Crossfire, Angus took one look at my face and his smile disappeared. He opened the rear door to the Bentley and stepped aside, watching me urge my wife into the backseat.
Our gazes met over her head as she slid into the back. I read the message in his faded blue eyes. Be gentle with her.
He didn’t know how hard it was for me to show as much restraint as I was managing. I could feel the vein pulsating in my temple, echoing the driving pulse beat that had my cock throbbing.
I’d nearly stopped the elevator halfway down to fuck Eva against the wall like an animal. The only things that deterred me were the security cameras and watchful guard eyes monitoring the feed.
I wanted to leash her. Sink my teeth into her shoulder as I nailed her. Dominate her. She was a tigress, clawing and hissing at everyone she felt had done me wrong, and I needed to pin her down. Make her submit.
“Goddamn it,” I bit out, rounding the back of the car to get in on the other side. Eva was a wild card. I couldn’t control her.
I folded into the seat and slammed the door shut, staring out the window because I was afraid of what I’d do if I looked at her. She was the air I breathed and at the moment, I couldn’t catch my breath.
She set her hand on my thigh. “Gideon …”
Grabbing that slender hand wearing my ring, I shoved it between my legs and thrust my aching dick into her palm. “Open your mouth again and that’s what I’m putting in it.”
She gasped.
Angus slid behind the wheel and started the car. I felt Eva’s gaze on the side of my face. Her hand pulled away and I nearly groaned at the loss of her touch. Then she shifted, curling into my side. Her other hand slid back between my legs, cupping my cock possessively. Her lips pressed a kiss against my jaw.
My arm went around her back. I took a deep breath, inhaling her scent.
The Bentley pulled away from the curb and we melded into midtown traffic.
IT wasn’t until we pulled over in front of the office building where Dr. Petersen kept his office that I remembered our appointment. I’d been counting the minutes until we got home and I could take Eva the way I needed to … fast … hard … furious.
She started sitting up when Angus got out of the car. I tightened my arm around her. “Not today,” I said tightly.
“Okay,” she whispered, kissing my jaw again.
Angus opened the door. She pulled away, then got out of the car anyway. She spun through the revolving doors and left me staring after her.
“Jesus.”
Ducking down, Angus peered in at me. “Couples therapy means the both of you.”
I glared at him. “Stop enjoying this.”
The smile in his eyes curved his lips into a broad grin. “She loves you, lad, whether you like it or naw.”
“Of course I like it,” I muttered, glancing over my shoulder to check the traffic before opening my door and stepping out. I rounded the trunk. “That doesn’t mean she’s not a loose cannon.”
Angus shut the door. A rare summer breeze ruffled the graying red hair that peeked out from beneath his chauffeur’s hat. “Sometimes you’ll lead, sometimes you’ll follow. Expect you’ll grumble about the following part for a while yet.”
I growled, exasperated. “She talked to Chris.”
His brows rose with surprise even as he nodded. “I saw him go in.”